A red ram

The weather in Kabul is not great. Yesterday’s sleet has turned the “roads” to slushy, diarrhoea-coloured mud. My trousers are spattered with the stuff. The sky is grey and, although the temperatures have not reached freezing quite yet, there is a bitter edge to the air. Miserable stuff. Then today I found a handsome ram … More A red ram


The thought of a concert organised by the United Nations Office of Drugs and Crime to mark the end of a regional summit in Kabul discussing  the impact of illegal narcotics on society filled me, if I’m honest, with a fair amount of dread. Live in the developing world long enough and you know there’ll … More Addicted